domesticity

[duke_of_illusions]

Al had stayed over last night... and hasn't quite left this morning, either. The day is stretching on, and Barma is still beautifully comfortable, now immersed in a book, as his fingers trail through Al's hair.

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[al_truism]

"Almost too much time."

A little bit of a blush.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Oh?"

Hand stealing down his side.

"But did you resist?"

[al_truism]

"Mhm," he reassures him with a nod.

"I wouldn't go back on my word."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"And do you know what I would have done if you failed?"

[al_truism]

"What?"

He lifts his head to look at him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"We would have talked- and decided between us if a punishment was suitable."

Proposing, nuzzling.

"A little light chastity play might suit you."

[al_truism]

"Chastity play?"

Curious, leaning into him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I could tell you not to touch yourself."

He kisses him.

"For a day. Two, if I felt cruel. Send you off, then come find you again."

[al_truism]

Al flushes, darkly.

"That would be really difficult."

Especially for someone stuck permanently at age sixteen.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"And the punishment would be very cruel."

He agrees, watching him.

[al_truism]

"What would it be?"

More interested than worried.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure."

He muses.

"Something that genuinely hurts you. There are different kinds of pain, after all."

[al_truism]

Al does look a little bit worried at that. His fingers close in Barma's shirt.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"No?"

Soft, earnest.

"I'll always put you back together, Alphonse."

[al_truism]

Al nods.

"Yeah... you would."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"But, for today, just the crop."

He smiles, and steps back.

"Undress as far as you're comfortable with."

[al_truism]

Al nods, and steps back to start taking his clothes off.

He hesitates a bit, but then takes all of it off.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma goes to strip a little as well, and returns to him, shirtless, with his pants and boots still on, his hair tied back in a loose knot.

[al_truism]

"You're beautiful," Al whispers out, without thinking.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"...thank you."

Surprised.

[al_truism]

"You act like you didn't know that."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"It isn't an adjective I typically hear."

Stepping in to bend, kissing Al's shoulder.

"But I like that you think so."

[al_truism]

"I always think so," he confesses, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

"Where would you like me?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Standing, middle of the room."

Gesturing with the crop.

[al_truism]

"Yes sir."

Taking a deep breath, he moves. Usually he's bent over something; he's not sure of what to expect this time.